The Wind is Blowing Hard
In the Freezing Cold
with Snow Flakes flying
I hear a Knock
I open the Door
and only a Cold Gust greets me.
My Heart tricks me again
You had promised
You will be back
I could see it in Your Eyes
Feel it in your Touch\
I will keep this Flame Burning
My heart will not turn to Ash
Only You can soothe this Fire.
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